Get Him Off!

Chapter 3: Education Crisis

Two months later…

The day started off as annoying as ever. It was back to Monday again. The weekend? Over. I woke up to a message from him this morning (I unblocked him to delete his contact info a couple of days ago). I really just do not want to deal with him today, so I just muted all his messages. Too bad it was office aide day. On top of that, I was trying to finish this assignment and be done and over with it.

“Ugh! I hate writing papers!” I said as I rolled out of bed.

Finished. Printer took a good twenty minutes to figure out it was a printer…

I took a look at the clock: “6:25”.

“Crap! I still need to take a shower!” I said, more frustrated than before.

“Dad? Can you print this out for me? I really have to go and get ready for school.” I pleaded.

“Okay.” he said as I handed my dad the laptop and ran up the stairs to get ready.

I ran down the stairs, quickly grabbed my papers and school bag, yelling “Bye mom! Bye dad!” to my parents on the way out.

And school. Slowly passing and finally, fifth period. We had to change into our lab shirts, basically just a t-shirt, for this lesson today. Exhausted, I sat down in my seat pulling out my homework.

Looking up, Mrs. Love said, “Okay class. Please place your essays in the turn-in bin on my desk. Thank you.”

As Mrs. Love returned to her desk to grade papers from the previous class, I joined the line forming in front of her desk to turn in my essay.

“Hm… When did I start sweating?” I thought as the back of my shirt felt a little wet.

*knock knock knock* Mrs. Love stood up to open the door, making the line come to a short pause of curiosity. It began to move once again as the question had been answered; “Who is it?”

“Are you kidding me!?” I screamed in my head as he walked into my class, fueling my already rough day.

Through all my inner monologue, I did not realize he joined the line and stood behind me. After realizing it, I did not acknowledge his attempt to say “hi” to me. I reached the beginning of the line to turn in my paper.

Behind, someone bumped into him causing him to fall into me, landing us into an awkward bent position onto Mrs. Love’s desk. Less embarrassment and more of the pain of the impact to the desk.

“Oh crap! I’m sorry!” he said in a panic.

“Whatever. Could you just get off of me now?” I said, annoyed.

“Right. Uhh...sorry.” he said. He pushed himself off of the desk, lifting me with him.

“Ow! Why are you grabbing me? I can get up by myself, you know!” I said in frustration towards him.

“Sorry. I was trying to help you up. Guess not.” He let go, dropped off the thing he came to deliver, then went to walk out the door.

“Hey dude! I said let go of me!” I said, angry now.

“I’m not—I’m trying to–” I didn’t even wait for his explanation, which I’m sure would’ve just been an excuse.

Although, as I tried to walk away from him, I seemed to drag him along with me, knocking him into a desk.

Mrs. Love started to take notice of all the commotion. “What is going on? Was there something else you needed to deliver? You may--”

Ryan rushed into the classroom right at that moment, interrupting her before she could finish her thought, saying, “Ms! I forgot to put that sign on the chair we glued back together! No one sat on it, right!?”

I do not know how many eyes grew wide aside from mine as I looked back and forth between Ryan, then my chair and back to him when I said, “...you mean...MY CHAIR!?”